Awesome Japanese Names Novels & Stories

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."

I take a big gulp of air and, in a low voice, “You haven’t told me your name yet. I’m James Ashwood, heir to the Ashwood Pack in the U.S.” Every second of silence feels like hours; I hear the faintest voice. “My name An Jieun.” There it is, her name. It’s just as beautiful as her and mysterious. She peeks up at me with her copper eyes, and I almost trip over my feet; I’m so mesmerized.

Well, that was the work of my lovable mom, because according to her, the word Kagura is a Japanese word which means entertaining the Gods. Doesn’t my name sound very holy? But even if it sounds feminine, I really love it – I like my second name because it makes me feel like I have Japanese blood, and I like to watch and read isekai anime or manga about protagonists who are reincarnated in another world and become super strong.

1. Book 2 was never planned. It’s literally based on me putting two brain cells together to come up with ideas cuz the first book exhausted the rest of my brain cells, and I obviously didn’t expect to be writing a book 3. I was going to write one, but now it’ll be book 4 (we’ll get to that another time). 2. Natsumi’s name was originally Hakumei because it translates to twilight. Then I changed it to Koharu (which means little sun) because of her blonde hair, but I decided to make it Natsumi because...I just liked it better ok.

Kaen says, snapping me out of whatever trance his daughter has me under, and I look at him with a frown. “Romanised name?” I ask “Yes. Umiko seems plain to some, and I know certain Americans prefer English names, so we have given her one if you would prefer to use it. Marina, it has the same meaning as Umiko.” When he says this, I am taken back to Caterina’s vision a few months back: /“No, but I saw Marina,” “Who?” “Marina, your mate?”/ This is when I finally paid attention to the word my beast was uttering, and it chilled me to my very core. Mate.

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"Fine! Fine! I'm willing to be your friend! Just- just please don't cry." My face that was almost on the verge of crying replaced by a smile "Hontoni?" "You speak Japanese?" "Hi! My mom was a half Japanese" "I see." "I should be the only one to call you Ash okay?" "Then I should just call you Akisha." "Wait, why do you call me Akisha? Can it be just Raven or maybe Kisha or Kish?" "Because Akisha means complete and powerful. It suits you very well." "Thanks" "So as my new best friend you need to know me. For a while, it's still clear."

Every second of every single day. My name is Yamamoto Aito and I am the most popular, most handsome guy in the school. I have platinum blonde hair which I'm too lazy to comb so it's always messy but people tell me it makes me look sexy. I have eyes like crystals. Brown but glassy. A slim pointed nose, pretty pink lips, and smooth clear pale skin. Not a single blemish could be seen. Thanks to my family's good genes.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Then another boy slapped his head. "Sorry about him, he likes to screw around." The boy said. "My name is Hirate Rikuto and this guy here," Hirate glared at him. "-is Akanishi Ryuki." He finished. "Jeez, class prez! You didn't have to hit too hard." He mumbled angrily. "Let's move on." A girl with a single braid came with another girl. "My name is Okabayashi Izumi. I hope your stay in Japan has been welcoming." She said kindly.